Dahlia's whole life is flipped upside down when her eccentric aunt enrolls her in a prestigious university in England. She is forced to make friends with a rather eclectic group of people and adapt to her new lifestyle all while trying to find the a...
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Waking up the first morning in Paris felt like waking up on a different planet. My eyelids were heavy, but when I squinted them open, all I could see was an expanse of white. I let my gaze wander, finding that I was sleeping somewhat low on the mattress, facing Harry's white shirt, my head rested on his right arm. He'll definitely have a horrible case of pins and needles from that.
I turned my gaze upwards, looking at a sleeping Harry as he laid on his right side, a few strands of hair strewn across his forehead, and his lips were slightly pouty because his cheek was pressed against the pillow. He looked extremely comfortable and very pretty, and I wished that I'd be able to go back to sleep, but I really had to use the bathroom, so that wasn't a possibility no matter how much I wanted to elongate my time sleeping next to him.
I slowly lifted my head from his arm, careful not to wake him, and I looked down at my waist, feeling a restrictive weigh there and finding that his left arm was slung around me. I knew that if I jostled his arm too much, he'd surely wake up, and I wanted to allow him to sleep for as long as he needed because we were up so late the night before, so I devised a plan.
Glancing over to the right side of the bed- which would've been my side had we not decided to sleep on the same side because I would've let him win and take the left due to the fact that it had reading lights and he brought books to read- and I spotted two unused, fluffed white pillows. I lifted my right arm, detaching my hand from his shirt because I'd apparently slept with the material balled in my fist, and I reached for the pillow closest to me, barely grasping it with my fingertips as I tugged it towards myself. Sitting up as much as I could, I used my left hand to lift his wrist and placed the pillow under his arm, simultaneously rolling to the right. Success.
I looked back at him, watching as he shuffled a bit, the pillow tucked under his arm as he continued sleeping. Then, I lifted the covers off of my legs, sitting up and turning to the right, my knees bent over the edge of the bed, and I planted my hands on the mattress, standing up and cracking my back.
I walked around the edge of the bed to get to the bathroom, noting that while my eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds, the rest of my body felt ineffably light, as if the different planet I'd woken up on was void of gravity, and it was no doubt the result of everything I shared with Harry last night finally being expressed- it was the first time I'd ever talked about all of it with someone who wasn't present in my life when it all happened. After I passed through the bathroom doorway, I caught a glimpse of myself in the wide mirror. My hair was messy, having dried weirdly after the shower I took before we went to bed the first time, and my eyelids were puffy from crying- I'd never been able to hide the fact that I'd just cried because my eyelids would always swell a ridiculous amount and give me away.
I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair, and when I was done with all of that, I walked back into the bedroom, finding that fortunately and unfortunately, Harry was still sleeping soundly- fortunately because I hadn't woken him up with any form of ruckus, but unfortunately because until he woke up, I'd be bored. I debated ordering breakfast through room service, but I figured that maybe it would be best to wait for Harry to wake up before doing that because if I ordered him something, it would probably go cold by the time he was awake to eat it. So, I'd just have to find something to occupy myself with until then.
